"Three days have passed since the attack on the Gold Coast... The current public opinion situation outside is very bad." Public Relations Minister Zhong Xianzhi said in a deep voice, "Thousands of people are missing. A disaster of this scale cannot be suppressed.
Yes, the relatives of the missing persons have called the police one after another, which has caused a commotion.
Although we claimed that the reason was a tsunami, it was calm in other parts of the same sea area that day. There was only a tsunami near two or three kilometers of coastline, but it did not make sense that so many people could be swept away in one go.
Now people's public opinion has tended to be conspiratorial, and although we have continued to criticize and comment online, the families of the victims gathered independently and held demonstrations, demanding that the authorities immediately organize relevant teams to go overseas and give them an explanation."
"The local night watch team also reported that many civil organizations crossed the Gold Coast blockade and launched private investigations, but nothing was found." Chen Han nodded and said.
Yue Jiulin, the director of the Logistics Department, then spoke, "We have already dealt with the traces of Poseidon in advance. They will definitely not be able to find anything."
"I mean, they take this very seriously..."
The fateful monk sat in the center of the conference table, his eyebrows slightly lowered, and he calmly listened to the speeches of the other seven senior executives.
After everyone else finished speaking, Monk Fate slowly spoke:
"Continue to suppress the social impact of this matter."
The fateful monk cherished his words like gold. After saying this, he had no intention of speaking anymore. Many senior officials looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Are we really not going to take measures against Olympus?" Chen Han couldn't help but ask.
"To be taken, but not now."
"But who knows what will happen to those ordinary people in Olympus? If we go out to rescue them a day earlier, we may be able to avoid more casualties."
"I agree with Chen Han's point of view." Shao Pingge nodded and said, "Daxia is no longer what it used to be, and Olympus is not what it used to be. In terms of combat power, we are no worse than them... Let's get rid of those people as soon as possible.
Ordinary people save him to avoid long nights and dreams."
"I said, now is not the time." Monk Fate stood up and glanced at everyone calmly, "If there is nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting."
He picked up the documents on the table and walked out the door, leaving the seven senior officials looking at each other.
squeak——
At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a dark red figure stood outside the door.
"Commander Lin?!" Chen Han's eyes lit up when he saw that figure.
The fateful monk looked at Lin Qiye outside the door and said calmly: "It's over? Has Yuri Takibai succeeded?"
"He hasn't finished yet... I received a call from Min Junliang and rushed over as soon as possible." Lin Qiye glanced at everyone in the conference room and said to the fateful monk, "Go to the office and talk."
The two returned to the office. Lin Qiye closed the door and immediately said:
"Why not save them?"
"The risk is too great." Monk Fate did not beat around the bush and said truthfully, "Although our current combat strength is not inferior to Olympus, they are in the fog after all, and it is still their own home field."
Lin Qiye thought thoughtfully, "Do you want to follow the original plan and wait for the teacher to come out of seclusion before attacking Olympus?"
"When Zhou Ping reaches the highest level, Daxia will have an extra layer of insurance, which is naturally the safest."
"But there should still be three days before he leaves seclusion..." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "Three days are too long for ordinary people. Can they really hold on in Olympus until we get there?
"
Monk Fate stared at him for a moment, "So? Are you going to risk all of Daxia's top combat forces for these thousands of people?"
"Sacrificing ordinary people in order to preserve their wings is not the original intention of the Night Watch." Lin Qiye said resolutely, "Back when there were only five human beings in Daxia, when the alien gods invaded, wouldn't they still fight to the death and rush to the front line?
Did they ever worry about their lives?
Daxia today is many times stronger than it was back then. Do you want us to watch ordinary people being tortured to death by outside gods in order to preserve our wings?
In this case, why are we working so hard to become stronger?"
Monk Fate was not moved by Lin Qiye at all and said coldly:
"It is precisely because this strength is hard-won that we must maintain our current combat power... Our enemies are not just Olympus."
The two stood in the office staring at each other, frozen in place for a while.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye took out a coat of arms from his arms, placed it on the table, and said in a deep voice:
"If the dark night comes to an end, I will stand in front of tens of thousands of people, slashing my sword into the abyss, staining the sky with blood... If I, Lin Qiye, can't even fulfill the content of this oath, I am not worthy of being the commander-in-chief."
After the words fell, Lin Qiye put one hand on the straight knife at his waist, turned around and walked out of the office.
The fateful monk looked at the departing crimson figure and frowned slightly...
"Wait." He suddenly said.
Lin Qiye paused.
"Do you have to go?"
"Yes." Lin Qiye said without any hesitation, "If something happens... I will bear the consequences alone."
Monk Fate's expression was a little complicated. After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"Feel sorry."
Lin Qiye frowned and turned around in confusion, "Why are you sorry?"
"I lied to you." Monk Fate said slowly, "I told the senior officials of the Night Watch that those ordinary people are still alive because they want to stabilize the morale of the army... In fact, more than 6,400 people died last night.
There are only more than two hundred left.
The remaining ones will not survive for more than an hour, and even if you rush to Olympus now, you will not be able to save them at all."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's mind was like a flash of thunder, and he froze on the spot.
"If you don't believe it, see for yourself."
The fateful monk handed the list on the desk to Lin Qiye. On the densely packed list of victims, threads of cause and effect stretched to the void in the distance... Follow those causes and effects, and there was no life at the other end.
There were only a few two hundred people left, and they were as light as a candle.
The fateful monk looked at Lin Qiye, who had an ugly face, and spoke word by word:
"Now...are you still going to risk the living for these corpses?"